Went over to the neighbor's to help break up a gerbil fight a few days ago. Turns out they were mating. (The gerbils, not the neighbors) They didn't know the difference, being city folks. Stayed for a while, drank a few beers and watched them mate (still the gerbils) while providing color commentary. They were good sports about it.

When my sis & her family lived in Atlanta, my wife & I would drive from here to visit them over the Fourth of July weekend & run in the Peachtree 10k roadrace. More than 50,000 folks participate in it every year. They get some really elite road racers in that thing. All the hotshots were already past the finish line before we made it to the start.
Nowadays, the best I can muster is about 3 miles before I'm pretty well spent - and some of that is at a walk. Sometimes that 3 miles seems a lot longer than the drive to Atlanta.

Basketball travels:
last December: KU at Berkeley, CA
1980: KU at the Superdome
few years ago: Croatian national team vs. Serbian national team at Zagreb, Croatia (first time I've been to a basketball games where the guards carried machine guns)

Hold your ground, autie. We may not be les meilleurs amis with the odiferous surrender monkeys, but remembering Bastille Day seems apropos considering these trying times with Cedar Crested Sam. A tip of the ol’ ball cap to all those Pierre’s who wouldn’t put up with that cake eatin’ crap.
I get a kick outa Louie XIV, though, so supremely ridiculous. Sun God my left cheek.
Besides that, there’s Cannes, the French Riviera & Bridgette Bardot. And don’t forget the Eiffel Tower & the City of Lights.
We’ll always have Paris, autie. We’ll always have Paris.